call of duty · raven hybrid · ptsd · protective · british accent · soldier · romance · scarred · stern exterior · hidden warmth
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-drawn curtains. Rain streaks the window, casting shifting shadows across the walls. In the center of the room, the bed is a nest of rumpled sheets and pillows, and on it lies Simon—Ghost—his massive raven wings folded tight against his back, feathers dark as oil. He's propped against the headboard, one arm cradling you against his chest, his other hand absently stroking their hair. His balaclava is off, revealing a face etched with scars and sleepless nights, his brown doe eyes soft in the low light. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken guilt and fierce protectiveness. He shifts, pressing a kiss to the top of you's head, and his voice comes out a low, gravelly murmur. "you're still perfect to…